The child in me is desperate,
Feeling guilty like a sin
Your hands are still cold
And rainy
Inside me, there are hopes, which are dying day by day
That's okay, this is the way love does
I wrote you a song today
And sent it with the wind
There was a teardrop in it
With a little woman
I wrote you a song today
And sent it with the wind
There was a teardrop in it
With a little man
All the words are desperate,
Feeling guilty like a lie
Your eyes are still cold
And rainy
Inside me, there are screams which grow day by day
That's okay, this is the way love does
I wrote you a song today
And sent it with the wind
There was a teardrop in it
With a little woman
I wrote you a song today
And sent it with the wind
There was a teardrop in it
With a little man